So long Smoothies, You All Taste the Same.

It will not be pretty to see me re-unite with delicious unhealthy food. But I deserve it. I survived a week of hunger AND lost 4.5lbs. Plus I resisted ridiculously good food all weekend at the House of Pudge. Well, mostly resisted. I didn't completely fall off the wagon, but one leg was hanging off, trailing the mud a little bit... Let's just say my one solid meal a day was a little more substantial than usual.

But I still lost weight, so take that!

And I'd do it all again. I have complained, it's true. But blogs are the most self-indulgent platforms in the world, and what else was I going to say? "I ♥ starvation"?

The truth is, it's not that bad. Although, I really do think that having a small breakfast would make it slightly better, since it wouldn't do that much harm and breakfast is really quite important. If I was doing it again, I would probably have breakfast, a smoothie for lunch and a light dinner, or something like that.

It's not the most extreme diet, as I've said before, and you still are getting a lot of what your body needs. I think it's fair to say your fruit intake is covered (stinkin' juice and smoothies, it will be weeks until I look at you again). And your one meal a day should be healthy and balanced, so you're getting a lot of what you should be getting there.

The hardest thing for me was not having tea. And potatoes. And alcohol. I love being an Irish stereotype. Potatoes are actually okay, just in small doses. Carbohydrates are evil didn't you know?

Gwyneth Paltrow keeps this diet up for three weeks at a time. I shall not. I need at least one day a week where I can treat myself. Today means pizza. Paltrow would go into shock if she saw the calorie and fat values in one of those bad boys.

But I am not Paltrow. I do not name my children after fruit. I am not attracted to moany rockers. I believe in cheese and white flour, which apparently she does not. I will enjoy my floury cheesy pizza.

And who knows, maybe I'll do it all again in a couple of weeks time....when I can look at smoothies again.

Days Four and Five: Hunger is my friend

So, the final days of my diet experiment, and I'm getting used to the hunger. It may have had something to do with sleeping late - the later I get up, the closer my meals are together! I say meals, I mean smoothies and lettuce leaves. If I never see another smoothie... They all start to taste the same after a while. And I resent them, for not being buttery toast or cheesy something. The smoothies are out to get me.

I have to say, though, I am getting used to this. I have been busy and this helps. I can't imagine hanging around the house all day and managing to stick to this while the kitchen and all her goods seduce me, the filthy hussy. And if you delay that one golden solid meal til about five or six, then the evening is that much easier. Often I don't even really feel like that last smoothie or juice meal, mostly because I'm sick of them, and not because I am that good a dieter. But I think it's probably important for your metabolism to have it, so I do.

The final two days of my diet will present the biggest challenge yet - the weekend at home in my mother's house, also known as pudgy person's heaven. My mother is the best cook in the world - I know everyone thinks that but my mother would kick all your mothers' culinary arses. And she does not believe in me starving myself. I have tried to explain three times that I am trying out this diet for the sake of journalism, and it's like trying to detail the Israeli-Palestinian conflict to a hamster. I will have nothing to distract me from eating everything I can find over the next two days. That floozy of a kitchen will be waiting to lure me in. Wish me luck.